Okay, folks, here I go… Time to “put my money where my mouth is”. Time to “walk the walk”. Or is it “talk the talk”? Or “walk the talk”? Well, whatever it is it’s time to get down to business.
First, let me take you back in time… A year ago I caved in and got my husband a motorcycle. A used motorcycle, but a bike nonetheless. I swore up and down I would never allow my husband to get a motorcycle. Not long after we were married I gave my husband motorcycle stickers telling him that was as close as he was going to get to a bike. Twelve years later his dream came true.
Fast forward a year and here we are talking about the other thing I swore I’d never agree to. Chickens. My husband has been nagging me about chickens for a couple of years now. I eventually learned to tune him out, but found myself thinking more and more about these feathery creatures as I planned my journey towards homesteading. It became a battle I fought with myself. Just thinking about the time commitment, the cleaning, the smell. And, yes, the worry that I will officially become “that neighbor”.
But, unlike the motorcyle, I’ve come to terms with chickens. In fact, I’ve embraced the idea. I am just extremely nervous. Ugh. Literally sick to my stomach. If I can handle the idea of my husband on a motorcylce cruising down the interstate, I can surely handle 4 chickens in my yard. Right…?…?…!
Over the weekend I visited my local feed store and picked up an order form for chicks. Orders need to be placed by mid-March for pick up in April. And starting tonight I begin my research on purchasing a chicken coop. My hands are trembling, the tension in my shoulders building.
Maybe I should just get myself a motorcycle… better yet, a trike, and cruise away from this idea…